I’m not sayin’ everybody who puts inspirational quotes up on Facebook is a mean bitch. This comic is only sayin’ it doesn’t make me think you are any nicer of a person. I’m sayin’ in the time it took to post that quote to make all your Facebook friends think you are nice, you coulda actually been nice and clicked something that actually helps your friends. Just sayin’!

Today we have a guest comic from my colleague and neighbor Jack Compere, who publishes Corvallis Vanities, a comic full of biting social commentary. Jack sent me a few of his doodles that, in his words, are “not fit for a family newspaper.” Given that Tix-Comix doesn’t seem to be fit for anything, I see no problem with publishing them. Please visit Jack’s site and say hi. Today Jack has a few thoughts about what flies on television.

With all this talk about the “fiscal cliff” I got to thinking that if there was a guy named Fiscal Cliff what would he look like. Probably not attractive….. while we all like money, dealing with it is about as interesting as a plate of moldy pasta, and people sort of look like their jobs, especially in the comic universe. Cliffie would, in fact, probably have a hard time in the meat market, despite having a well paying job. But come on girls, surely you’d go out with him once, if only so you could post on Facebook that you had a date with Fiscal Cliff.

This seems a very natural question to ask in a First Communion class. At some point we might be curious how transubstantiation works, but a more more immediate practical question is just exactly WHAT does that communion wafer turn into. A youngster who is accustomed to getting served last, and who is raised in a family where they might actually serve a tripe dish like menudo might think of the question raised in this comic. The “regular American” little kids would not know the word “tripas” or “tripe” to begin with, and even if they knew it, it probably never occurred to them that those parts actually get eaten. And multilingual parents of bilingual kids don’t do their kids any favors by anglicising the pronunciation of foreign words for their kids. The only way the kid knows the word belongs to the language that “we don’t speak at school” is if the parents use the correct accent when they introduce it. If the kid thinks it is an English word and uses it at school, the other kids will laugh at them. Ask me how I know this.

I wondered how much taking my dog on a leash slowed down my splits on a five mile run. So I decided to capture some data. You may not think 27 seconds per mile is a big deal, but actually, it is. Anyway I break down the math for you here and illustrate the results in an infographic -oid manner. Clip and save this handy dandy chart! (and it is a great excuse to use for your terrible run times.)